Teacher Pt. 5

Chapter 1:Time Flies

–Six Months Later–

The next six months were probably the best time of my life up to that point. A sweltering Korean summer transitioned into a mild fall and our classes continued. My relationship and feelings for Sumin only deepened, and hers for me. Jihyun became our partner in crime and almost every weekend was spent exploring each other and finding new ways to please one another. Sumin and Jihyun jumped into bisexuality with both feet and it was not uncommon for them to visit each other during the week for a little alone time between just the two of them. While I couldn’t be there, I got lots of pictures and videos so I didn’t complain about being left out. The only real downside was the inability of Sumin and I to spend quality time together outside of the bedroom. I couldn’t take Sumin away for the weekend and we couldn’t spend the night together. At least not regularly.

There was one weekend in October when Sumin’s mother went to Seoul, the capital city, for some sort of hair salon seminar and Sumin was to be alone for the weekend. We took full advantage. I canceled all my other Saturday classes and Sumin and I spent the entire weekend out of town. I booked us a nice hotel in Busan, Korea’s second largest city, and we walked around carefree, not worrying that anyone would see or recognize us. We went to the beach, even though it was too cold to swim, went to the aquarium, ate at nice restaurants, visited Busan’s giant open air markets, the whole nine. And waking up next to her in the morning, both of us glowing from fantastic sex the night before, was glorious. It was risky because there was always the chance that Sumin’s mom would send someone to the house to check on her, but Sumin assured me that her mom had never done that in the past so we should be fine. And all it took on her part was some text messages to her mom. She was home, everything was fine, yes she would call if there was a problem, etc.

Jihyun was jealous but only a little. Her and I didn’t have the same feelings between us that Sumin and I did. It was purely physical for Jihyun and I, and there was no hint of a deeper romantic relationship. She was happy for all the sex we had together and Sumin and I were happy she was there as well, but Jihyun understood that Sumin and I’s feelings for eachother were on another level. Still, I think she was mostly wanting a relationship of her own. She even asked me if I could set her up with one of my friends, half jokingly.

But outside of that one amazing weekend, Sumin and I had to content ourselves with our weekend “class” and the occasional Sunday date. And I hadn’t been totally shirking my duties as a teacher. Sumin’s English had improved considerably since we started sleeping together. We were talking a lot more, almost all in English, which at her level was more beneficial than studying from a textbook. Meanwhile, Jihyun, while she had farther to get to Sumin’s level, had also improved noticeably. Her mother was quite impressed and, in our occasional text messages, she remarked that she’d never seen her daughter so eager to study anything before, let alone English. I literally laughed out loud and sent a screen capture to the girls, who also had a good laugh.

Jihyun’s mom tried to set up some extra classes with some of Jihyun’s other friends, but I had to beg off, telling her my schedule was full. That was only half true, I could have squeezed in a couple of more classes but figured what I had was enough. Any more and I would start seeing a significant dip in my quality of life. I was making more than double my salary in private lessons alone and was saving more than sixty percent of my total income. So I didn’t need to work anymore.

Life was amazing and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Then my mom passed away.

Chapter 2: The Call

The call came, like these sorts of things always seem to, in the middle of the night. It was early afternoon back in the States, but still. It was my sister, calling in tears. Mom had had a stroke and it was quick, she told me. I suppose that’s the best one can hope for in that sort of situation. My mother’s health had been bad for a long time and at this stage it was a matter of when, not if. I’d been preparing for it mentally for a while but that’s still not something anyone wants to hear.

Her and I cried a bit. I called my younger brother, we cried some more, and then it was time to start planning the trip home. Technically I didn’t need to be there right away and my mother was always adamant that she didn’t want us uprooting our lives when she passed. She wanted no funeral, no wake, nothing. She had already made plans to donate her body to medical science (which is a real thing, apparently) and when they were done they would cremate her and send us her ashes. But as the oldest I was in charge of all of her paperwork, the life insurance, settling her accounts, the whole deal. So I would need to be there for some of it.

My sister especially wanted me home on the next flight, she said it wasn’t right for me to keep working like nothing had happened. We had a big argument about that but in the end she knew that if mom had her way, I wouldn’t go back at all. I cut her a little slack because everyone was grieving and emotional but she still needed to understand that I couldn’t just walk out of my job, though.

After a talk with my boss, I was able to set my departure date for two weeks out. That would give him time to find someone to cover my classes and give me plenty of time to get my affairs in order in Korea. My family wasn’t happy but it was the best I could do on such short notice.

When I told Sumin she cried more than I had. I think she was really looking forward to actually meeting my mom someday. We had spent time talking about what, if any, future we might have together and she knew all about my family. She demanded to meet that night and, since I couldn’t risk her being seen at my apartment, I picked her up after I got off work and we went to a hotel. We would only have an hour, maybe two at best before she had to be home, but it was enough. She started crying again, then I started crying again and we laid in bed together, holding each other. No sex, we simply took comfort in one another. And that was okay.

The trip home was brutal. I don’t mean the actual family issues, although that was bad enough, but the flight itself. I hate flying back to the states. It’s almost twenty-four hours of travel from my door to touch down in the old hometown and I always arrive exhausted. Jet lag takes a week to fade away, at least for me. I managed to fumble my way through the family meetings, then the meetings with the lawyer, then the bank and the life insurance people and somehow it went mostly like it was supposed to go.

My mom had had the foresight to arrange everything in one location before she died. All of her policies and legal paperwork were tucked away in a safety deposit box and only I had the other key. Now that I was there to access it, we could finally move forward. Part of my sister’s insistence that I get the next flight out was because she knew her hands were tied with any legal paperwork until I got back to open up the box.

In the end, it took the better part of a week to get everything squared away. I could have flown back directly but I’d scheduled two weeks off and by the end of that ordeal, I’d needed it. It felt weird staying at my mom’s house so I booked myself into a bed and breakfast and slept for about three days. Even with the daily messaging, I missed Sumin terribly, but I was too exhausted to even think of hoping right back onto an international flight. Besides, I needed a little time to figure out what I was going to do.

My mom was a big believer in life insurance and she’d bought a lot. So while she couldn’t save money to save her life, she at least spent a good portion each month on life insurance premiums. The house was going to my sister but the bulk of her life insurance was going to me. My brother would get a portion but two-thirds of the total was mine. It wasn’t enough for me to retire on but it was a life-changing amount. It was enough for me to put my long term plan into action about five years early. I spent the next few days making calls and researching online. Then I packed my bags, said my goodbyes, and flew back to Korea.

Chapter 3: Parent/Teacher Conference

Most teachers like me in Korea work on a contract basis. The school we work for sponsors our work visa and a standard contract is one year. The contract at my current school was up in the coming April, which, by the time I got back from dealing with things at home, was about five months out.

I told my boss I would stay on but that I probably wouldn’t be finishing the next contract. He was sad to see me go, but he agreed to my terms. I was pretty sure I would be leaving Korea before I could finish the next year’s contract but I knew I wouldn’t be ready to leave when the current contract finished. After that, work picked back up and so did my classes and my Saturdays with Sumin and Jihyun.

One Saturday afternoon in early March I got a message from Sumin’s mother. Sumin had a school trip so both her and Jihyun were gone for the weekend to an island called Jeju. I had been planning on a night to myself. There was an icy bottle of vodka in my freezer, cranberry juice in the fridge, and a Skyrim game with my name on it. What, I’m a gaming nerd. Just because I have weekly threesomes doesn’t mean I don’t like to get my Fus Ro Dah on. A cocktail and some stealth archer was just what the doctor ordered. The message changed all that, though.

NaEun: Hello, Drew Teacher, this is Sumin’s mom. Are you busy now?

I didn’t usually speak directly with Sumin’s mom. Any changes to scheduling could be made through Sumin and her mother sent me the lesson fee directly to my account. She spoke English well, though.

Me: Hello. No, I’m not busy. My next class does not start for 30 minutes. What do you need?

NaEun: After you done teach can you meet me for dinner? I want to talking about Sumin’s class.

This was a little strange but Sumin would be entering her final year of school and I figured she probably just wanted to talk about a more aggressive study schedule. Even without taking the Korean college entrance exam, there was still the SAT for her US college admissions.

Me: Sure. What time do you want to meet?

NaEun: Can we meet at 6:30 at [/i]The Railroad Tracks[/i]? Do you know that place? It near the downtown.

The Railroad Tracks was a Korean bbq restaurant that was so named because it used to sit right along the railroad line that ran through old downtown. About five years ago the government had built a high speed rail line with the new modern station about twenty minutes out of town. The old lines had been torn down with the track converted to a kilometers-long walking/jogging path and parkland. But the restaurant was still there.

Me: Yes, I know it. I will meet you there at 6:30.

NaEun: Yes. See you there.

So much for Skyrim.

I showed up at the restaurant right on time and saw Sumin’s mother waiting for me at the door. As I walked up to the entrance, pulling the coat around me to ward off the March chill, NaEun saw me through the glass and gave me a megawatt smile. I almost tripped over my own feet.

She was standing just inside the glass entrance to the restaurant where it was warmer and she looked amazing. Sumin’s mother was a knock out and, even surgically enhanced, it was a preview of what Sumin would look like in twenty years. She was about thirty nine or so, but you wouldn’t know it if you looked at her. Her skin was the kind of pale cream color that Korean women dream of having, and it was flawless. Her surgically reshaped eyes were a deep honey-amber color, which was in contrast with her daughter’s darker brown eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and she had colored it with a purple gradient. Her mouth was full and her nose and cheekbones looked chiseled to perfection. Korean plastic surgeons know their business. Given how Sumin looked without the surgery I suspected that NaEun was gorgeous even before she’d had all the work done.

She was a little bit taller than Sumin, maybe about 5’ 8” or so, but was still tiny next to me. Her body was slim but toned and she had a very nice swell to her hips that Sumin was only showing hints of at her age. Her breasts were also substantially larger than Sumin’s, but she’d had them augmented along with her face, so that wasn’t a surprise. But god damn! The old line of ‘if you looked up X in the dictionary’ came to mind. If you looked up ‘milf’ you’d see her picture. She could easily pass for thirty and she dressed like she was twenty five. That shouldn’t be surprising, really, she was in the fashion business. She ran a successful and trendy hair salon so naturally the boss had to look good since they were selling an image more than anything else.

As I walked through the entrance feeling that warm blast of heated air over my face, I was able to take her in fully. She was wearing a tight navy-blue sweater with a low neckline and her jacket was slung over one arm. The swell of her breasts was on full display and it was hard not to stare. Almost involuntarily an image of my cock nestled in the valley between those amazing tits flashed into my mind. Her jeans were equally as arousing. They were skin tight and hugged every curve of her shapely ass and legs. She was wearing black leather boots with three-inch heels that made the booty pop, as they say.

Beneath all that skin-tight fabric was toned muscle. Sumin had told me her mom did pilates four days a week and it showed. Sumin was a beautiful girl, almost heartbreakingly so. NaEun, her mother, was a beautiful woman. And my cock was taking notice. I could feel it swelling in my pants and seeing her dressed like that just to meet me to talk about her daughter’s class was the first indication I had that something wasn’t right.

I was wearing regular jeans and a button-up red shirt with a wool coat as it was still quite chilly outside, but seeing her there looking like an erotic dream made flesh, I felt like I was barefoot and wearing a potato sack. I shivered, and told myself it was just the cold. NaEun put out her hand for me to shake.

Hello, Drew Teacher,” she greeted me using formal Korean. “Long time no see.” English this time. Her smile looked a little too big as she looked me up and down. Almost predatory.

I reached out my hand to return the greeting and her long delicate fingers slid into mine, the skin soft and cool. Her scent hit me then, even over the smell of grilled meat that was omnipresent. It was something cinnamony and warm. It made me think of hot apple cider next to a fireplace in December. Christ, I wanted to devour her! Right there in the entrance.

I gave myself a hard mental shake and took a moment to remember how to speak. “It’s good to see you. Should we sit?”

”Yes, I’m so hungry. That brilliant smile again. “You hungry, too?”

“Yes, very. I didn’t eat lunch.” I was salivating at the smell of the grilled pork and beef that was wafting through the restaurant. It had nothing to do at all with all the boobs on display, I swear.

Korean bbq restaurants can be a bit of a trip if you’ve never eaten at one. Like in Korea, not something you’d find in LA’s Koreatown or something. Especially the ones that play up the old school vibe like The Railroad Tracks did. The floor was gravel. Not concrete with a lot of gravel mixed in, but actual gravel. Walking on it felt like you were walking down a gravel road that had recently had new rocks spread out on it. It was hell on NaEun’s heels. She was balancing on her toes and there was some wobbling going on.

With Korean bbq you grill the meat yourself at your table. Except these weren’t normal tables. They were fifty gallon drums with a fire pit welded into the top and a big aluminum ring welded around that which served as the table. The seats were cheap plastic stools that wouldn’t sit level on the graveled floor. You had to wiggle them quite a bit to push through the rocks to get it to sit flat.

NaEun walked in and I had ample chance to drink in the sight of her tight ass in those pants. The dark blue sweater seemed almost vacuum sealed onto her torso. And as we were shown to our table I noticed I wasn’t the only guy getting an eyeful. Several of the men were watching her as she passed and a few angry looks came my way as well. Older Korean men especially can be a bit racist when they see a foreigner with a Korean woman. No one said anything (it was still early and no one was that drunk yet) but I saw more than one sour face look at her and then look at me with a frown.

As we sat and set about adjusting our chairs, NaEun’s breasts jiggled invitingly.